viernes, septiembre 23, 2011

Whatever Comes

Hey what are you so down for,
So, they slammed that door in your face,
Don't you know that when a door,
Is shut, another is opened in its place,

Hey why are you so sad,
So they left on your own,
Don't you know it ain't that bad,
As long as you got something,
To sing for you're never gonna to be alone,

So take a chance,
And dance,
Let it all go,
It will all pass,
Whatever comes your way,
Ain't gonna last,

Hey, why the sorrow,
Why the long face,
Though they put you down,
It maybe hard for you to see it right now,
But everything's gonna be alright,

Hey, why the aching soul,
So, they tried to run you out of the world,
But it's up to you if whether or not they suceed,
As long as you've got something to fight for,
You've got a reason to believe,

So take a chance,
And dance,
Let it all go,
It will all pass,
Whatever comes your,
Ain't gonna last,



Only through yer own eyes can you really start to see mate. Society's not the way, and if it is, it's the wrong one. It's whole concept's based on the assumption that we're all alike, when we're not, we're different, and it's whithing that difference that exists our humanity. So fuck the white collars and the legislatures, the law-makers and the lawyers, the politicians and the lobbiests, the judges and the criminals, the cops and the felons, hang them all, and let them all burn slowly in the pire. Burn the flags and constitutions from every country in the world, disband the nations and bring down the boarders and limits. Burn the wallstreet-behaving bastards along with all the bankers and all the other money-mungering whores who fuck people up for a living. Burn the labels you have on God, abandon the believe that those narrow and hard to walk fucking paths, those box size jails, that all the various religions are, are the only ways to peace and love, 'cuz they really lead only to one place, destruction. And those two things everyone's always yappin' on about, exist withing ourselves, they reside only in our souls, they cannot be found out there in the world. That's why some people are miserable in one particular place and others are happy in the same fucking place. Happiness and peace, we choose to show them or hide them, in the end it's up to you, you wanna be happy? Burn the "social" version of "you", exorcise it if you will, only then will you trully come to know who the fuck you are, what you're fucking made of. See life through your own eyes, not through someone else's. Be yourself, let things be, stop trying to be perfect, and be free, only then will you trully be happy and at peace... CHEERS!